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 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Travel fantasies

I know I am not the only one having travel fantasies. My husband, Peter, and I were not planning to do a lot of traveling in the past year. That was our plan, and we certainly made... — Updated 3/3/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Entertaining Remington

I remember, a long time ago, when I used to have a social life. My husband, Peter, and I have been visiting his sister, Lori, once a week while she battles cancer. She was in... — Updated 2/24/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Sea shanties

I am not exactly a connoisseur of contemporary culture. I haven’t seen the latest series on Netflix or anything else. I don’t follow Twitter or Snapchat or Instagram. But... — Updated 2/17/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Belt and suspenders

My husband, Peter, is taking no chances. I knew this about him before I married him. Peter has a plan for everything and a plan in case the first plan doesn’t pan out. My father... — Updated 2/3/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: The flatworm principle

A friend of mine told me something so amazing, I had to look it up to see if it was true. In 1960, a series of experiments were done with flatworms in which a bunch of flatworms wer... — Updated 1/27/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Stretch pants lifestyle

I don’t remember exactly when I took to living in stretch pants full time. The process was gradual, I’m sure of that. I started out wearing a pair of bell-bottom stretch pants... — Updated 1/20/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: My treat bag

Dax stared at me in disbelief. I am the Treat Lady, and I had no treats. It was inexplicable. Dax is one of my regular customers. He is a young black dog with a lot of energy. His s... — Updated 1/13/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Swedish surprise

My 2021 calendar is hanging from the closet door. Every year I’ve lived in this house, I’ve gotten a cloth calendar, hung from a dowel. My mother’s mother always had a cloth... — Updated 1/6/2021

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: When every day is Sunday

This week between Christmas and New Year’s Day is a strange time, a time when every day feels like Sunday. This morning, I made a big mistake. I checked the temperature. At 10:00... — Updated 12/31/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Throw out the empties

A fellow I know was grousing about the past year. His birthday was coming up and he felt, once again, that this year failed to meet his expectations. He was unhappy with the year,... — Updated 12/30/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: As much christmas as possible

Whatever you think about Christmas, I think you would have to agree we need one this year. Everyone I know seems determined to do as much Christmas as it is possible to do. My... — Updated 12/23/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Midcentury modern Christmas

“I’ve forgotten the funny name of the tree you helped us pick out,” my mother said. “Our tree this year is named Melinda.” The greenhouse where my parents get their... — Updated 12/16/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Lower expectations

It is a year of lower expectations. Every year, there is a chorus of folks urging us to lower our expectations for the holidays — buy less, consume less, worry less about having... — Updated 12/9/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Post Script: Big, ridiculous goal

My friend Anita is felting up a storm. Philip is cooking something new and posting a photo of it every day. Megan is reading Shakespeare on video, Jason is doing woodwork projects,... — Updated 12/2/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Working at gratitude

I have always loved Thanksgiving. I love that it is a holiday built around a full table and homemade treats. I love the recipes handed down on index cards that only get made once a... — Updated 11/25/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Freshly baked bread

“I’m going to bake bread!” my husband, Peter, announced. Inwardly, I said, “Oh, no.” Baking bread is not easy — until it is. Every person I know who bakes bread will... — Updated 11/18/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Dog celebrity

I am a celebrity among the neighborhood dogs. By now, I have been giving out dog treats on my daily walk for several months. If you think this has gone unnoticed among my town's... — Updated 11/11/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript - Early snow

This has been a year that defies explanations. I spoke with my parents a week or so ago. We have used Zoom and other types of video to communicate but, more often than not, I just... — Updated 11/4/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Scary stories

It's the season for all things scary, and I found myself wondering how many people are actually looking for more things to frighten them this year. There is a new horror movie... — Updated 10/28/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

Nothing happening

“I’m hunkering down,” Rebecca told me. I know what she means. My friend Rebecca just returned from a road trip she made after a lot of careful consideration. First, her... — Updated 10/21/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Animal office mate

Today I will get Blue again. Blue is the anxious Italian mastiff that I dog-sit on Wednesdays while his owner, Bill, works in the office. The new procedure is that I walk down to... — Updated 10/14/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: The stomachache

I get stomachaches. I get them with regularity and always have. “It’s just gas!” my mother says, and, of course, she’s right. My mother tells me I get stomachaches because... — Updated 10/7/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Zooming

Yesterday, I had a nice long Zoom chat with an old friend. I know this is nothing remarkable these days, but it was the first time my friend Andrew had used Zoom and I was frankly... — Updated 9/30/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript:Mouse wars

My husband, Peter, is now at war with the mice. The mice (possibly with the assistance of a rat or two) have eaten the electrical wiring in our car, causing extensive damage. The... — Updated 9/23/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Being Blue

Blue had been through a rough patch. He was adopted from the shelter and then returned for unspecified reasons. That’s when Bill met him. Blue is an Italian mastiff — which... — Updated 9/16/2020

 

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